ParticipationA Poem by Satish VermaParticipation
All night you were
talking to moon in dance. I will catch you in sleep. A daughter of Miranda, sucked in dark, the tarentula, the choice of ultimate. You cover the blood on knife. Someone has paid for betrayal. No charity, no will of god. Eyes move like dragonflies. Between her and him an unborn sun folds the leg and sleeps. I become my own lover. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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